Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.